its that last glance that lingered
that last scent wafting through your being
the light that lasts through closed eyes
the moment at the cusp.
When the song seems to sing you
and the joy brings tears through your eyes
its that fading whisper
the loudest silence form the harp
the space between movements
the moment at the cusp
that is your heaven
that is you
that is that
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